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BUD<br />
You wanted to meet here?<br />
EXLEY<br />
Me? You called it. I got a<br />
message that...<br />
As the reality sinks in, Bud and Exley hear TIRES on the<br />
GRAVEL; CARS are COMING. Being in a concavity, they<br />
don't see them yet. Then the CARS STOP. But still Bud<br />
and Exley can't see anything. They hear the CLICKS of<br />
CAR DOORS OPENING, but they don't hear them shut. There<br />
are FOOTSTEPS, MURMURED WHISPERS. More CARS PULL UP.<br />
EXLEY<br />
Shit... Come on.<br />
Exley starts for his car, but Bud holds him back.<br />
Too late.<br />
BUD<br />
A beat. Resigned, Exley nods. They retreat back to Room<br />
6, disappear inside. A beat. There's MOVEMENT in the<br />
shadows to the left. To the right.<br />
INT. VICTORY MOTEL - ROOM 6 - NIGHT<br />
There's a big back window. Bud covers most of it with a<br />
ratty old mattress. He pumps the shotgun.<br />
He pulls a .45 automatic from his waistband.<br />
Here.<br />
BUD<br />
He throws the auto to Exley, pulls out a .38. Bud's<br />
armed for bear.<br />
EXLEY<br />
You figured this was a set-up?<br />
And you showed up anyway?<br />
BUD<br />
A lot of bad stuff happened here.<br />
It's as good a place as any for it<br />
to end.<br />
Bud switches off the light. They wait in silence. Then:<br />
EXLEY<br />
You know, all I ever wanted was to<br />
measure up to my father.
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